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 Samoa and from Mexico City.
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 Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Trojans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.