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 Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.