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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.