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 Oman and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer 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?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.