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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Sex Pistols,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Darondo,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.