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 Comoros and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Barracudas,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.