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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Residents 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.