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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Icehouse,
Parry Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.