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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.