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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Danielle Patucci,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Zero Boys,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.