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 Cambodia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Q65,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minutemen,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Victims,
Fat Boys,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warren Ellis,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.