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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Faust,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.