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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gang Green to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Yellowson,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minny Pops,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Mantronix,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.