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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Surgeon,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.