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 France and from Accra.
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 London and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
Aswad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.