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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.