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 Maldives and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Grauzone,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.