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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo 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?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Mad Mike,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
The Raincoats,
Index,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.