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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
CMW,
The Fugs,
The Barracudas,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.