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 San Marino and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Slave,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
The Selecter,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.