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 Poland 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Hashim,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
10cc,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.