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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Dark Day to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Q and Not U,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.