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 Mozambique and from Calgary.
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 Cairo and Bologna.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thee Headcoats,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Cal Tjader,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.