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 Jordan 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Michelle Simonal,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.