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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Residents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Gong,
The Last Poets,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
Smog,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.