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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Scion,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.