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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sound,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Graham Central Station,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.