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 Singapore and from Sao Paulo.
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 Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Womack. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
UT,
Rod Modell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Symarip,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Jacob Miller,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.