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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.