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 Finland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 One Last Wish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.