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 Argentina and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Association 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
Grey Daturas,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
The Remains,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Simply Red,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.