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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
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 Manila and Paris.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Knickerbockers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Franke,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.