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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.