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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Bourne,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Gabor Szabo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.