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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Faust,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Yusef Lateef,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.