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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aural Exciters to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.