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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
cv313,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
Pole,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
LL Cool J,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.