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 Vanuatu and from London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 arpeggiator 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
CMW,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.