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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.