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 Finland and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cameo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.