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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Doors to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Wire,
Cymande,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Hoover,
Yaz,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Fat Boys,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.