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 Solomon Islands and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Little Man,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hardrive,
MC5,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.