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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Magazine to the crunk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Sandy B,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Aswad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.