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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Franke,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Jacob Miller,
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
The Tremeloes,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Brothers Johnson,
PIL,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.