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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Outsiders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Crime,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.