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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Arcadia,
Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Martian,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.