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 Tonga and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Excepter,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Brick,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Funkadelic,
Quantec,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.