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 Ukraine and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.