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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
The Pretty Things,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.