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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
Fear,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.