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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Mars,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slave,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.