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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Cluster to the punk 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Lakeside,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
Gong,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Carl Craig,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.