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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Cosmic Jokers to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Magma,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.