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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Main Source to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
The Cure,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.