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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Pagans,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.