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 Uganda and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Mantronix,
Ornette Coleman,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
JFA,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Interpol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.