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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Lightning Bolt,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Bill Near,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
the Slits,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.