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 Congo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Rod Modell,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.