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 Italy and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Joyce Sims,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
June Days,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Terry,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.