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 Cape Verde and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Rundgren,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tres Demented,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.