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 Guinea 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Visage,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.