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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Technova,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.