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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
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 organ 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
June Days,
cv313,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
The Divine Comedy,
Camouflage,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cowsills,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.