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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 cv313 to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.