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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
The Golliwogs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
E-Dancer,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
X-101,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Tubeway Army,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.