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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Harmonia to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Searchers,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Das Ding,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
Television Personalities,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.