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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave 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?
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
E-Dancer,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Joey Negro,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.