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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 L. Decosne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Glenn Branca,
Qualms,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.