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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.