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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Marine Girls,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
The Leaves,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Joey Negro,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.