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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Motorama 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Crooked Eye,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
UT,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.