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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Deepchord to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Index,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.