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 Maldives and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anakelly to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Fugazi,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.