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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Yazoo,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Funkadelic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slackers,
Rosa Yemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.