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 Nicaragua and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Wings,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.