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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Donny Hathaway,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.