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 Madagascar and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.