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 Chad and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
MDC,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Ossler,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.