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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Idris Muhammad,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Stetsasonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Wire,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.