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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Urselle,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ituana,
Television,
Intrusion,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.