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 Poland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.