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 Palau and from Seoul.
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 Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Nils Olav,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.