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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Magazine,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.