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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick May,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Idris Muhammad,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
New York Dolls,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Kayak,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.