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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Excepter to the grime 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Zero Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.