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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s 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 Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Harmonia,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.