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 Thailand 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
10cc,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Technova,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
Slave,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.