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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Von Mondo,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
kango's stein massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.