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 Marshall Islands 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.