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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
June of 44,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Niagra,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.