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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Brick,
Monolake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.