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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Gap Band to the dance 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.