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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.