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 Venezuela and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Zeros to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
The Index,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.