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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Sherman to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Q65,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
The Buckinghams,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
The Barracudas,
Dawn Penn,
Malaria!,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.