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 Eritrea 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the crunk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang of Four,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.