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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Angry Samoans,
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.