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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
John Holt,
The Invisible,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.