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 Ecuador 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Shoche,
Talk Talk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anakelly,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.