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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
X-101,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Crash Course in Science,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roy Ayers,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.