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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.