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 Argentina and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Soul II Soul,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
The Sound,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MC5,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.