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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rosa Yemen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlback,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
JFA,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.