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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Sonics to the funk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
JFA,
Chrome,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.