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 Algeria 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Robert Hood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
The Move,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.