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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
Skriet,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.