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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 The Stooges to the jazz 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Gong,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Second Layer,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.