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 France and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.