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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
PIL,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Infiniti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.