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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Moby Grape to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
cv313,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Funky Four + One,
Can,
Bill Wells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.