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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
The Saints,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.