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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Freddie Wadling,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.