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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 harpsichord 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Easy Going,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Echospace,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Pierre Henry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.