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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 These Immortal Souls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
The Human League,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.