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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap 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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
The Residents,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Sandy B,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.