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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
CMW,
Crime,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Make Up,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.