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 France and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Tres Demented,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.