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 Mauritania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shuggie Otis,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
CMW,
Index,
Bill Wells,
Hardrive,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.