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 Yemen 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Man Parrish,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David Bowie,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
The Skatalites,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Lalann,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.