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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
The Gories,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Lyres,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.