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 Australia and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Joy Division,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.