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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Von Mondo,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.