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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Isaac Hayes,
Yusef Lateef,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.