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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Arthur Verocai to the rap 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.