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 Sweden 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
UT,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crime,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.