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 Rwanda and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Rapeman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
The Cure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.