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 Samoa and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Magma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.