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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
The Alarm Clocks,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.