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 Vanuatu 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Association,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.