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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
The American Breed,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Can,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.