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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
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 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Davy DMX,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Connie Case,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.