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 Georgia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Arthur Verocai,
UT,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.