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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum 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 The Cramps to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Ituana,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.