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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.