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 South Sudan and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bush Tetras,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Slave,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.