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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Zapp,
DNA,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Dave Gahan,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.