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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.