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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Hot Snakes to the dance 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Theoretical Girls,
Television,
David Axelrod,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.