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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Glenn Branca,
Ituana,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.