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 Chad and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Electric Prunes 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Babytalk,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.