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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Royal Trux,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ice-T,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Carl Craig,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Television Personalities,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.