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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Wake to the punk 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 Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hashim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.