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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.