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 Singapore and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 808 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 Clear Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
UT,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.