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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Gregory Isaacs to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Joensuu 1685,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Vladislav Delay,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.