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 Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.