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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 The Fugs to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Rites of Spring,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantaleimon,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Television,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Hashim,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.