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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
This Heat,
the Association,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.