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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 the Association to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.