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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Vainqueur,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Television,
DNA,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Donny Hathaway,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Icehouse,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.