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 Israel and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lakeside to the disco 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.