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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 rhodes 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
the Slits,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
the Normal,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Ten City,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.