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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Q65,
Grauzone,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.