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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Groovy Waters,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
Wolf Eyes,
Los Fastidios,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
Index,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.