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 Syria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Swans,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pole,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.