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 Brunei and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 guitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Quadrant,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.