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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scientists to the grunge 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cal Tjader,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
The Monochrome Set,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Nas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.