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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Crash Course in Science to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
The Names,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Malaria!,
Heaven 17,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Technova,
JFA,
Fear,
OOIOO,
June of 44,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.