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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
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 Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Interpol,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Black Bananas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Zapp,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.