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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Lalann to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
The Index,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Buckinghams,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
MC5,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.