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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Zapp to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Jacob Miller,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Television,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.