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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Pole,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.