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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.