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 Afghanistan and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
EPMD,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
Niagra,
Smog,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.