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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 The Gap Band to the jazz 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.