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 United States and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 J.B.'s to the dance 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Skriet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.