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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.