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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 ABC to the grunge 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
ABBA,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Roxette,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.