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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Robert Hood,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Tomorrow,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.