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 Oman and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 La Düsseldorf 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Index,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Crime,
The Index,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.