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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.