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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
The Fortunes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
John Holt,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.