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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Scion to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Babytalk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Q65,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.