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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.