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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.