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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim 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 Sound,
The Cowsills,
Amazonics,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Cameo,
Sparks,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.