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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Drexciya,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.