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 Israel and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rock 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.