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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Q65,
Television,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.