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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Massinfluence,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
The Selecter,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Barrington Levy,
The Names,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
AZ,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.