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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Todd Terry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
The Blackbyrds,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.