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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 theremin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Underground Resistance,
Bauhaus,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
CMW,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.