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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
AZ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Mars,
Camberwell Now,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.