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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Jawbox to the jazz 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Q65,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Spoonie Gee,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
The Misunderstood,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Smog,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.