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 Argentina and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ 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 F. McDonald to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerri Chandler,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Funkadelic,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
Television,
Shoche,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.