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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moby Grape,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
The Standells,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Von Mondo,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.