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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Sam Rivers 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Nas,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Black Sheep,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Morten Harket,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.