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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Accra.
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 sitar 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 Nas to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.