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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
The Names,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Ronan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.