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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nico,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
Sight & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Motions,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.