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 Tanzania and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Delta 5,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.