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 Kenya and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Index to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Bluetip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.