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 El Salvador 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the rap 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
David McCallum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Pole,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.