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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Procol Harum,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Darondo,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.