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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 The Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Quando Quango,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
UT,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.