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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
The Stooges,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Loose Ends,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nirvana,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.