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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 The Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Skriet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül,
This Heat,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.