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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
Nas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.