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 Djibouti 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Barclay James Harvest to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.