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 Panama and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
Hoover,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.