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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Television,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Wire,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Faust,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.