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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Darondo 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
Royal Trux,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Roxette,
Television,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.