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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Vladislav Delay,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy Collins,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.