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 Tanzania and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Nirvana,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Don Cherry,
Cheater Slicks,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.