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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
The Human League,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.