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 Belgium and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the funk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Mars,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Jeff Lynne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
MDC,
The Move,
Quantec,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.