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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Don Cherry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Deadbeat,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Magma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.