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 Comoros and from New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.