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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Ludus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Parry Music,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.