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 Tajikistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
The Fuzztones,
Franke,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Japan,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.