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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Crooked Eye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.