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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
X-102,
Whodini,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.