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 Nepal and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scientists,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
The Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
10cc,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.