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 Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Godley & Creme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.