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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.