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 Spain and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 techno 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.