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 Argentina and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Ultra Naté,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.