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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Underground Resistance to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Jandek,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
Babytalk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bill Near,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
The Sonics,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.