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 Portugal and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Janne Schatter to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
The Cure,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Danielle Patucci,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.