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 Cyprus and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Sarah Menescal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Pole,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
KRS-One,
cv313,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.