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 Monaco and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shoche,
JFA,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gladiators,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.