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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
Television,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.