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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mandrill to the crunk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
New Order,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Theoretical Girls,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.