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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nico,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
DJ Style,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.