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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Franke,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.