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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Camberwell Now,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Lynne,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.