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 Andorra and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
The Sonics,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
UT,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.