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 Lebanon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 Panda Bear to the grunge 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Happenings,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.