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 Qatar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
The Smiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Mr. Review,
Derrick May,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.