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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Goldenarms,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Leonard Cohen,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.