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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
X-102,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
The Residents,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.