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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Joyce Sims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.