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 Antigua 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Trojans,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
The Move,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.