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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Bauhaus,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.