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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 Bob Dylan to the techno 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Can,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.