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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Index,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Chrome,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Colin Newman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.