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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.