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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 Milan and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Gichy Dan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.