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 Djibouti and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Magma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Lower 48,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.