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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.