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 Suriname and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Buckinghams to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
DJ Sneak,
The Motions,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Shoche,
Index,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agitation Free,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane 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.