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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
The Monks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Angels of Light,
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.