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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Donald Byrd,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.