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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Judy Mowatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Oneida,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Josef K,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.