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 France and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
Outsiders,
Arthur Verocai,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Bob Dylan,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Faraquet,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.