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 Greece and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
Albert Ayler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Fear,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
New Order,
Television,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Cameo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.