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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
MDC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
a-ha,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.