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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Don Cherry to the crunk 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Peter and Kerry,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Slave,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.