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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.