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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.