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 India and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.