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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Barry Ungar 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Moebius,
Little Man,
June Days,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
MC5,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.