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 Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Modern Lovers to the disco 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pylon,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
X-102,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
The Knickerbockers,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.