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 Turkey and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Whodini,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Hill,
Fad Gadget,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bauhaus,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.