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 Mali and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Mars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
The Gladiators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Rundgren,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.