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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.