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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Slave,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.