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 Sweden and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Funkadelic to the grime 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Soulsonic Force,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
The Saints,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.