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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.