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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.