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 Barbados and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grey Daturas,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Scientists,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.