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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 John Cale to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
Flipper,
Lyres,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.