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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Charles Mingus 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
John Lydon,
AZ,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Niagra,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Model 500,
The Litter,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.