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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
The Raincoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.