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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bar-Kays 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Model 500,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.