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 Niger and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.