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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Martian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
Crime,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
10cc,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.