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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.