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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wire,
The Martian,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
Interpol,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Massinfluence,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.