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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk 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 Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
Quantec,
The Moleskins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cure,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.