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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Ice-T,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Newcleus,
Suicide,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Motorama,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.