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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Reagan Youth to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.