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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.