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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
Swans,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
Fad Gadget,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.