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 Somalia and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Oneida to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Slave,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.