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 Comoros and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
JFA,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
The Offenders,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.