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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Minnie Riperton,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.