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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Crash Course in Science,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.