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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Saints to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Excepter,
Can,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Talk Talk,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Black Moon,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.