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 Philippines and from Beijing.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Sparks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.