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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Can,
Motorama,
Brick,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Intrusion,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.