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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Funkadelic to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
The Busters,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.