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 Mozambique 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 guitar 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 K-Klass to the disco 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.