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 Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Althea and Donna to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-101,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
Pylon,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.