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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Urselle to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
The Dirtbombs,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.