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 Burkina and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 The Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Cameo,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.