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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Lynne,
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.