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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the disco 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Mars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
CMW,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.