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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
The Searchers,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Cymande,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Von Mondo,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.