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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
DJ Sneak,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
The Saints,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.