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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '90s.
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 Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.