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 Niger and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Theoretical Girls,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Echospace,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Interpol,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.