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 Algeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Moebius,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.