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 Bolivia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Essential Logic to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
JFA,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.