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 Greece and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Niagra,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Todd Terry,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Kayak,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.