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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 D'Angelo to the rock 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Accadde A,
Can,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.