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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Television,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
The Evens,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.