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 Canada and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Sun City Girls to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Eddi Front,
Colin Newman,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.