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 Eritrea and from London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Zeros to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Jawbox,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stetsasonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.