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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
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 guitar 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.