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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Tremeloes to the punk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
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.