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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the disco 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Talk Talk,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.