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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Delta 5 to the jazz 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
DNA,
Roxette,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.