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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.