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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 The Young Rascals to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Derrick Morgan,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Minutemen,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.