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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Yusef Lateef to the funk 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Can,
The Smoke,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacques Brel,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.