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 Gabon 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erasure,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.