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 London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Bar-Kays to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Ronan,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
PIL,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
The Human League,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
The Knickerbockers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.