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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
The Fall,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.