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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
June Days,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Deakin,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiohead,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
Arthur Verocai,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Crime,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.