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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Eli Mardock,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
June Days,
Brick,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.