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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Gong,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.