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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Moby Grape to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
Fluxion,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Sex Pistols,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.