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 Mexico and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
The Doors,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Donny Hathaway,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.