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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the crunk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Al Stewart,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.