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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Whodini,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
Robert Hood,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flipper,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.