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 Kenya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nas,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
Can,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.