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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Grauzone,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Lou Christie,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
Wings,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.