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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fugs,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.