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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Index to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
The Index,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.