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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
The Trojans,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Technova,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.