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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Organ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.