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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
June Days,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
AZ,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.