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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Music Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.