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 Argentina and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scientists to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Dual Sessions,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.