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 Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Chrome,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Chris Corsano,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pussy Galore,
Mantronix,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.