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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
MDC,
Maurizio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.