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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
The Happenings,
Agent Orange,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Faust,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.