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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.