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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Yaz to the disco 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
Y Pants,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Groovy Waters,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Man Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.