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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Sugar Minott,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
The Residents,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.