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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Public Enemy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.