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 Chad 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Black Dice to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultra Naté,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.