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 Belize and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
Index,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Motions,
Los Fastidios,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.