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 Jordan and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zapp to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
The Toasters,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Ice-T,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.