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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Yaz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Magazine,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Audionom,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.