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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Minutemen 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.