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 Chile 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Motorama,
Black Flag,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Essential Logic,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.