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 Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marine Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.