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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Mission of Burma to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners,
Lucky Dragons,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
The Martian,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minor Threat,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.