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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
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.