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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Marine Girls to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.