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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
F. McDonald,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.