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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Surgeon,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Chrome,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.