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 Chad and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
These Immortal Souls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Lower 48,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.