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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
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 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 The Gun Club to the crunk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Brick,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.