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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slackers to the grime 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
The Toasters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.