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 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.