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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.