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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the jazz 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
10cc,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.