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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.