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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gap Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.