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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 ABBA to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Sherman,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
AZ,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.