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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Aaron Thompson,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Delta 5,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.