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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Smog to the grunge 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
John Foxx,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Monks,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.