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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
Camberwell Now,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.