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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
The Names,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.