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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
The Names,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Franke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.