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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Essential Logic to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Dead Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Kurtis Blow,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Al Stewart,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.