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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
The Cramps,
Slave,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.