Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.