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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flipper,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.