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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Franke to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Deepchord,
Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Lungfish,
Intrusion,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.