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 Costa Rica and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the techno 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
Magma,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
the Normal,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Names,
Saccharine Trust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
Gang Starr,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.