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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
cv313,
Lou Christie,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Drexciya,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
DNA,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
The Martian,
Crime,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.