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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Talk Talk to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Clear Light,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.