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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 808 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Scientists,
Pole,
Wire,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.