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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Anthony Braxton,
Boredoms,
Ornette Coleman,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.