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 Turkey and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Velvet Underground to the dance 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Real Kids,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Mr. Review,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Eve St. Jones,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
ABC,
JFA,
Pantaleimon,
Sound Behaviour,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
The Selecter,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Mantronix,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.