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 Botswana and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flash Fearless to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
PIL,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.