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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 KRS-One to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
DNA,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.