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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Blackbyrds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Guru Guru,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
The Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Flag,
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Porter Ricks,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.