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 Gabon and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Trumans Water,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Qualms,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.