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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
The Martian,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Bauhaus,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.