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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
F. McDonald,
Television,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Janne Schatter,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
The Gap Band,
The Gun Club,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Technova,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.