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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the punk 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.