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 Finland and from New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Gang Starr,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Vladislav Delay,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.