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 Malta and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Joe Smooth to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.