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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Warsaw to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Section 25,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.