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 South Sudan 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Cymande to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.