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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the disco 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.