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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Names 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mars,
The Cowsills,
Slave,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
John Cale,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Stiv Bators,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
The Zeros,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.