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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
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 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Saccharine Trust,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Half Japanese,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.