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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Aswad,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Gong,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.