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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wire,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.