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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Todd Rundgren to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Offenders,
Pulsallama,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
China Crisis,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Kenny Larkin,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.