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 Albania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
Mantronix,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
World's Most,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.