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 Croatia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Black Pus,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.