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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.