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 Gambia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
The Index,
UT,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Stereo Dub,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.