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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Aswad,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.