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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 KRS-One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
Grey Daturas,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.