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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Robert Wyatt,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Das Ding,
MC5,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.