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 Moldova and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the funk 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Lungfish,
Technova,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.