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 Jordan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Oblivians,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
ABBA,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.