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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.