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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
Buzzcocks,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Royal Trux,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.