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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Gap Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Youth Brigade,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.