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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.