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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Glenn Branca to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Bar-Kays,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Duran Duran,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Hasil Adkins,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.