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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Delhi and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan 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?
June of 44,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
the Association,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Blancmange,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
The Move,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.