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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Rosa Yemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.