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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
The Fall,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Wire,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.