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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Fear,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.