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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 organ 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 Maurizio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C 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?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slave,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Japan,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.