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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Interpol,
Gichy Dan,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.