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 Estonia and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Grauzone,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang of Four,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.