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 Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
The Names,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.