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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.