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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Ludus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Mo-Dettes,
Interpol,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Kool Moe Dee,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.