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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Severed Heads,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.