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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Sparks,
June Days,
The Associates,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.