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 Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.