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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Yazoo to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Nas,
Moebius,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Unwound,
The Doors,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arcadia,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.