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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Motorama to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Jawbox,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Audionom,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
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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.