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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
K-Klass,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Swell Maps,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.