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 East Timor and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Tim Buckley,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Mars,
World's Most,
Erasure,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yazoo,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Seeds,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.