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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Magma,
T. Rex,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
the Normal,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kurtis Blow,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.