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 Czech Republic and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
The United States of America,
The Doors,
June of 44,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.