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 Botswana and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Lyres,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
UT,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Nico,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.