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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Colin Newman 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Con Funk Shun,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.