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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Martian to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Cluster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Josef K,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.