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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Mummies to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Popol Vuh,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
The Vogues,
Boz Scaggs,
Piero Umiliani,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.