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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
Pagans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.