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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
The Monks,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quantec,
Q65,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Surgeon,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.