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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the punk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Ludus,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
MDC,
Altered Images,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.