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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
Suicide,
the Association,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Lower 48,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.