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 Serbia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Hashim,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Negative Approach,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.