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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Nas,
The American Breed,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Gong,
John Holt,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.