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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rites of Spring to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amazonics,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.