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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the dance 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.