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 India and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Grauzone,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.