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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Animal Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Laurel Aitken,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.