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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.