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 Slovenia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
Bill Near,
CMW,
The Move,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boredoms,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Victims,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Oneida,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.