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 Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deadbeat,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.