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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
June of 44,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultravox,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Pylon,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
In Retrospect,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.