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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Fad Gadget to the rock 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wings,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Harmonia,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.