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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Unwound,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Rekid,
AZ,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.