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 Barbados and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Barbara Tucker to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
KRS-One,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.