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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Pere Ubu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erykah Badu,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
PIL,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
Slick Rick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Josef K,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Crime,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.