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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Stetsasonic to the rock 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
Neu!,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doobie Brothers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.