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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Vogues to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Porter Ricks,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Das Ding,
Wally Richardson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agitation Free,
Model 500,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
Hashim,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.