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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
U.S. Maple,
Grauzone,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.