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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Interpol to the rap 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
X-102,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.