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 Nicaragua 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
the Association,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Index,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.