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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Erasure,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Chrome,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.