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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Television Personalities,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Almond,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Easy Going,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
the Association,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.