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 Djibouti 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
Symarip,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.