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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Model 500,
the Sonics,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.