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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
The Slackers,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
JFA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Sparks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.