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 Portugal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Technova,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.