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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
48th St. Collective,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
ABC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.