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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.