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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Eric Dolphy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.