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 Liberia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Piero Umiliani,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.