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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Brass Construction to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Litter,
Monks,
Index,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.