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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
Hasil Adkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Lower 48,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.