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 Chile and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
The Happenings,
Tom Boy,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.