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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 J.B.'s to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
UT,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Scan 7,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.