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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Busters,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.