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 Gambia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 güiro 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 The Last Poets to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
The Skatalites,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.