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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America 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?
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dirtbombs,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Josef K,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Duran Duran,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.