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 Albania and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Crime,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moebius,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.