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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.