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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yusef Lateef 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
EPMD,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
This Heat,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q65,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.