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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Rufus Thomas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.