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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
The Young Rascals,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Swell Maps,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Rhythm & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.