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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 guitar 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 Altered Images to the jazz 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Lalann,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
The Grass Roots,
Schoolly D,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.