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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fluxion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Mad Mike,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Visage,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.