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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Swans,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
David Bowie,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.