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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.