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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Whodini,
Sarah Menescal,
Pagans,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Q65,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.