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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Wyatt,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.