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 Iraq and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Gang of Four,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
cv313,
The Leaves,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.