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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.