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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.