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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 oboe 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Little Man,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
The Gun Club,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.