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 Germany and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rekid,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Marine Girls,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
James White and The Blacks,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.