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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Make Up,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
La Düsseldorf,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.