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 Malawi 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
The Slackers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Charles Mingus,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.