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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Human League,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
Crime,
Gichy Dan,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rufus Thomas,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.