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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lakeside,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.