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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Brass Construction,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Audionom,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.