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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Excepter,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.