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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Absolute Body Control,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.