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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Jawbox,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Index,
Minutemen,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.