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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Vogues,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.