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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
Gong,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.