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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Young Marble Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
The Saints,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eli Mardock,
CMW,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Scan 7,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.