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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.