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 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
The Smiths,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
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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.