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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Newcleus,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.