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 Cape Verde and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
Godley & Creme,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
The Fortunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Pole,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.