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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Monks,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.