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 Taiwan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Roxette to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.