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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
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 organ 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 AZ to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Josef K,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.