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 Philippines and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Janne Schatter,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Young Marble Giants,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
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.