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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
June of 44,
JFA,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Neu!,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.