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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Technova to the grunge 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Michelle Simonal,
June Days,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.