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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.