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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
MDC,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Wyatt,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.