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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Moby Grape to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
The Martian,
Cameo,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.