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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.