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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Count Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.