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 Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Piero Umiliani,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.