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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Ice-T,
Aaron Thompson,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.