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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
MC5,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.