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 Iran and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 rhodes 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Junior Murvin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks,
Zapp,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.