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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.