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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Guru Guru,
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.