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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scion to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Kayak,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.